Today was no different; - when the world ended, holidays, events and even birthdays didn't matter; not when survival was the best to opt.

Living alone in the forest, hunting, surviving felt almost like a second language; - something that everyone, or whatever is left can relate to.

Fixated on what you have to do other than what you want to do. Which was; - celebrating your birthday.

The two of you; daryl and you, were hunting. He separated momentarily to go onhis own fast hunt, for his sake of experience.

Thirty minutes of strolling, he'd finally show up; - where he promised to meet up. Appearing from the forest, Holding two squirrels in one hand; other hand grasping the foregrip of his crossbow.

“Ay.” He started, raising the hand that grasped the tail of the two squirrels, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder, he only stood a feet away from you.

“M’got you somethin’” He announced, handing the two squirrels out to you by the tail, a small little thank you gift.

“Happy Birthday.”